An entertaining film that's true to its world.

Underneath the seeming blandness of its presentation -- the sparse dialogue, the affectless characters -- there's a ferocious and caustic view of humanity.

Definitely worth your time, if not your $9.50. In other words, wait a few months and definitely check it out as a rental.

You won't see another film like Fay Grim this year, and we should give Hartley credit for making it work on his own terms.

Does a number of sly things.

This is a very little film with a very large heart.

The biggest sin of 28 Weeks Later is that it's not in the same league as the near-perfect movie that came before it.

A mindless comedy where the blatant racial stereotypes are outnumbered only by the flatulence jokes. The best thing that can be said about this movie is it falls just short of being an international incident.

The film is intended to be light and whimsical, but with a core of sincere emotion. But it's as if the thing were made by Martian anthropologists who assume that human audiences are as twisted as the people onscreen.

Art makes the difference for the few kids who make it, and it also makes the difference for the films that stand out from the pack. The Hip Hop Project, a documentary by Matt Ruskin, is one of them.

Save the price of admission to this dull retread and go have your hair done.

In general, the humor is understated, excessively so.

The Ex isn't painful, horrible or despicable, but it is an amazing mess.

A well-intentioned, but all-thumbs down drama.

Captures the flavor of putting on a show on Broadway.

Wildly imaginative if extremely strange.

To say it is about a debilitating disease is as reductive as saying "Little Miss Sunshine" is about a beauty pageant. Both are intimate stories of family ties that bind but sometimes also choke.

"Spider-Man 2" was a textbook example of how to make a sequel: Deepen it, make it funnier, give it more heart and come up with a strong villain and a good story. Spider Man 3, by contrast, shows how not to make a sequel.

The result is that most of the picture plays out as a series of scenes in which our hero sits there, gets angry and loses all his money.

A noble try that disappoints.

The result is that after two hours one gets the sense of having seen a panorama of human experience, of having witnessed a moment of time in all its true fullness.

Waitress deserves an essay, not just a review. There are perfect moments that stand out, and the reasons for their perfection are interesting.

Jindabyne suffers from too many extraneous elements and from a story that doesn't land with enough force or purpose.

The Condemned isn't post-modern junk, smirky junk, faux junk or clever junk. It's pure junk, with a certain integrity to it.

The Invisible is, at its core, a character study, albeit one with a Patrick Swayze-in-"Ghost" paranormal edge. But it's definitely not mindless trash. If anything, the movie is too introspective, to the point that it doesn't build enough conflict or tension.

A very stupid movie, with many more failed jokes than successful ones. Worse yet, much of the comedy is kind of mean.

It starts exploring different facets of its premise and transforms itself into a fairly competent suspense thriller. That's enough to make it respectable, but a few things keep Next from being lovable or memorable.

Sitting through Diggers is so tedious that you might find yourself envying the clam diggers. At least they get to be outdoors.